[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

When she was studying at Hogwarts, Abby was nicknamed "Little Vase".

She was good-looking, and her figure was far more prominent than her peers. Even a black robe couldn't hide her puffy breasts, and her skin was smooth and taut. Many girls even secretly suspected that she had Veela blood.

Because of the boy's eyes and the girl's comments, Abby is not proud of her physical capital. Every time she goes to class, she almost has her chest slumped, wishing that others could not see her.

It would be fine if she just had a pretty face and figure, but she also had a striking surname: Scamander.

The whole of Hogwarts is a bit knowledgeable, who doesn't know that Newt Scamander is the editor of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them"?The book went through printing and printing, and Abby's grandfather's reputation grew with it.

People often think to themselves: Newt is such a big name, how can his granddaughter not achieve anything?

Abby didn't inherit the smart mind of the Scamander family, and she didn't have much talent for studying magical animals, and her grades were barely good.

The herbal class is okay, and the potion class is also called "killing the cauldron" with Gryffindor's Neville Longbottom.

Kong Zhang has a charming appearance, but has no matching achievements and abilities. The nickname of "little vase" has gradually spread.

Abby is not very sociable and has been a loner for a long time.When she is free, she often goes to Black Lake to bask in the sun.There is a large piece of fragrant grass, which is soft and comfortable, and you can play and roll.

It was there that Abby met the twins.

She'd heard of them early on—the two mischievous seniors, the Bludgers of Gryffindor.Their ginger-red hair really stands out, piercing the eyes in the sun.

One of the twins is playing with the tentacles of a giant octopus, which he appears to be trying to tie into a knot; the other, with its long arms and legs, hops around like a Teletubbies.

Abby was about to sneak away when one of the jumping twins saw her and sprinted towards her.

Abby was almost scared to death - she had heard that the most mischievous Peeves had been tricked by them, and she was scared to death of those endless magical pranks.

Emergency situations!She lifted her robe and fled.

One of the twins froze for a moment, and ran faster as if beating chicken blood!They ran and chased one by one, circling around the Black Lake.

The other twin didn't even play with the octopus, and clapped his hands and said, "Freddy, get on it! Catch that girl!"

His good Freddie had the wind on his feet and yelled "what are you running for?" It's not difficult to run past a girl in normal times, but today he's wearing his robes backwards, and the hood is full of all kinds of things in the front. There were all kinds of sweets and magic toys, and his steps became clumsy looking at them.

Fortunately, the girl had neither explosive strength nor stamina, and she lost her energy after a while, and her short legs walked more and more slowly.Fred took a sharp step forward and grabbed her by the collar.

Immediately letting go again, Fred scratched his head and asked inexplicably, "What are you running for?"

Abby was scared to death: "You, you, do you have anything to do with me?"

Fred smiled and gave her a thumbs up: "You talk so funny, click and click." He showed her what was in the hood, "Would you like some frog egg soap, girl?"

He's here for sales... Abby breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the things in his hands.

It seemed to be a bar of soap, and it didn't seem to be.Because there are densely packed frog eggs rolling on it lifelike.

Abby swallowed.Trypophobia patients feel that they are about to pass out.

Fred had endless patience for selling products. He looked at the girl in front of him: she was extremely cute, but her face was wrinkled, as if she could cry in a second.

He thought of his little sister Ginny again, and couldn't help but soften his tone—his twin brothers didn't enjoy this kind of treatment—

"Don't worry, look. They're not scary—"

Fred poked the one in the middle of the soap with his hand, and the frog egg suddenly swelled up in panic, like a wet eye.The other frog eggs also seemed to swell due to being frightened, and the first swelled one was squeezed flat, as if they had been wronged.

Abby laughed all of a sudden, thinking it was kind of cute.Fred exhaled softly.

"Do you like this? Intimate contact with your skin will bring you a different taste of bathing!"

Fred recited the ad with enthusiasm.Abby didn't know how to say no by nature, so she asked a little nervously, "Will they grow up?"

Abby heard from Neville that Ron had raised magic frog eggs in the fish tank, and they were growing up day by day... Now a fish tank can no longer hold them.

As a natural businessman, Fred had a keen sense of the imminent success of the deal.He raised two fingers, very solemnly: "Of course not. I swear on the name of Aberrick Browning, I will never talk nonsense—"

"If they get bigger, I'll be fined from making new inventions for the rest of my life."

For the Weasley brothers, not being able to work on their magical tricks was the worst form of torture!It's ten thousand times worse than failing Potions.

Abby hesitated: "Okay, then I'll buy a frog egg soap."

"Three silver Sickles, thank you for your patronage." Fred smiled and performed a chivalrous salute, with nondescript gestures.

Abby stuffed three silver Sickles into the hood he was wearing upside down.

Fred realized that this might be their potential big customer, and he tried his best: "Want to see anything else? Burp powder? Big shit egg?"

Abby repeatedly waved her hands and said "no", Fred shrugged: "Okay, miss. Fred Weasley, nice to meet you."

She whispered back: "My name is Abigail Scamander."

Fred wrinkled his nose, and the tiny freckles on the bridge of his nose danced vividly: "Good bunny."

Abby asked him in a daze: "Why, why do you call me bunny—"

"Okay, it's nothing." Fred quickly pulled out the wrapping paper from his pocket and wrapped the frog soap to make it look bigger. "Did no one say you look like a bunny? Run Looks like it too."

Abby reached out to put the soap into her pocket, she sniffed: "No."

"So now! Goodbye bunny, have a nice day!"

Fred stepped back and waved at her, very smartly; then suddenly his foot slipped and he fell like a shit|shit.

Abby: "..."

She watched the big boy get up quickly, and danced and waved at his brother the fake octopus tentacles that tripped him, while George held his belly and laughed not far away.

"You're fucked man!" Fred pulled out his wand and swiped, George's ears suddenly became oversized, filled with colorful fireworks sticks.The victim flung himself in despair and wrestled with Fred on the grass.

There was a slope in the grass, and Abby watched as the twins rolled faster and further away, before being caught by the tentacles of the giant octopus, thrown into the air, and fell heavily back into the lake.

- There was a loud "bang" sound.

Then they shook their heads wildly like underdogs, splashing water all over each other, pointing at each other and laughing.

……

Abby later patronized—of course, was forced to patronize—Fred's business several times, and they gradually got more and more in touch; Abby suddenly could tell Fred and George apart one day, like An insight from Merlin.

Fred was the one with a slightly sharper voice and a slightly sharper nose, but a slightly quieter demeanor.It was a very small difference, but enough to surprise Fred and strengthen their friendship.

"Our mother can't tell the two of us apart sometimes!"

He spoke happily.

Of course, for Abby, one of the most obvious differences between the twins is that Fred loves to call her various nicknames, and George does not. I won't mention "Little Bunny", if you run slowly, you will call her "Little Penguin", and when you stutter and blush, you will call her "Little Crab"...

But he never called her "little vase".Not once.

He's a smart and kind boy, and although he's a bit naughty at times, he's ten thousand times cuter than Peeves.Everyone loves him, and so does Abby.

He defended her self-esteem with his almost intuitive thoughtfulness.

But for his eccentric inventions and various cooperation projects with the magic shop, Abby is not sensitive.As for the frog egg soap she bought for the first time, she only used it that night, and it was so creamy to the touch that she had goosebumps all over her body... Then she put it on hold until she took it out again one day, and Abby was surprised to find that— —

Instead of getting bigger and bigger, it got smaller and smaller.When Abby took it out, it was only the size of a fingernail, and it melted away when it was exposed to the sun.

Abby: "..."

Fred, big liar.

……

"Fred, big liar..."

Abby remembered that she had a very beautiful and relaxing dream. The light of the sun illuminated the giant lake monsters in the black lake, which was very beautiful.But when she grabbed the frog soap box angrily and went to ask Fred, there was a sudden "bang", and Fred's whole body was covered in smoke.

Then he turned into a canary again, flapped his wings and flew into the sky.

Abby chased on the ground, chased, but couldn't catch up.She called "Fred! Big Liar!", and Fred didn't look at her again, and it flew farther and farther, becoming a speck in the sky.

Abby fell on the lawn.

This fall woke her up. She half-closed her eyes in a daze, but her consciousness was still not clear. She smacked her lips and muttered: "Canary..."

Steve's gentle and clear voice peeled away the fog: "...what's the matter, are you hungry?"

Abby opened her eyes.

She saw Steve clearly.He also seemed to have just woken up, with two locks of hair hanging in front, not as meticulous as usual; one of the locks was curled up, like a duckling's buttocks.

Abby unconsciously reached out and touched his forehead.

so cute.

Only then did Steve press his curled hair in a perceptive way, and he repeated: "Are you hungry?"

He didn't hear her clearly, he only saw her smacking her lips.

Abby thought for a while: "I really want to eat... fried canary."

"...what to fry?"

Steve suspects his ears are broken, and Abby repeats in a murmur:

"Fried Canary..."

Steve concealed his horror, secretly took out his mobile phone and quickly searched, and found that "fried canary" was actually a famous hangover dish in ancient Rome.

... my Virgin Mary of Jesus Christ.

"No way." Steve tried to persuade her to give up, "The canary is a very precious ornamental bird, and its meat is not necessarily fresh..."

Abby smiled suddenly, with a small dimple.

She didn't know why, but she really wanted to act like a baby with the person guarding her bed, as if she didn't know when she had this right.

"I'm just joking." She hid herself under the quilt and mumbled, "...Mom."

Steve would cook for her, lecture with tenderness, and take care of him when she had a cold, which many mothers can't even do.

Steve: "..."

Abby peeked at him and found that he had no expression, and apologized a little nervously: "I'm sorry——"

But it was interrupted, and people were also dug out.

Steve stood up from the chair, leaned over suddenly, and pressed her hands firmly.His face was just above her head, and Abby was trapped in the dented bedding.

Abby wanted to move, but her palms suddenly went numb.His hand, which was more than one size bigger than hers, covered hers, as if he was ready to cross his fingers at any time.

Steve looked down at her: "—does it look like this?"

Abby was dumbfounded and brain froze.It took her ten seconds to restart, and with a flushed face, she stammered:

"No no no no--"

Not like it anymore.

But he didn't let her go, and the rhythm of his breathing slowly overlapped with hers.Abby couldn't focus on anything but his face, his eyes, and his lips...

Also, he looked like he was about to kiss her.